The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 411 Grandpa, I’m here to see you

"Are all the officials' crowns and robes ready?"

In the temporary palace in Nanjing City, Mo Zibu was putting on the emperor's crown with twelve tassels under the help of seven or eight palace servants.

Qian Daxin, the Grand Secretary of Wenhua Palace and the Minister of Rites, replied in front of Mo Zibu, "Your Majesty, the clothing for all civil and military officials, honorary ministers, noble relatives, and even the people of Nanjing has been arranged.

From today on, this will be a true Han Chinese capital."

Mo Zibu nodded in satisfaction. "In this way, although I am not a descendant of Emperor Gaozu of the Ming Dynasty, I can still meet him with my head held high."

Since Mo Zibu was born in Mingxiang, after he established Dayu, he did not use the words "Former Ming" to refer to the emperors of the Ming Dynasty, but directly used "Ming".

When Qian Daxin heard what Mo Zibu said, a confident smile appeared on his face. He cupped his hands and replied, "Your Majesty, please rest assured. I can guarantee that the crown and clothing will be absolutely flawless."

The reason why Qian Daxin dared to make such a guarantee was that at that time a literary school that was very important in the Qing Dynasty was popular, which was later called the Qianjia School or the School of Plain Learning, or Textual Research.

The reason was that the Kangxi, Yongzheng and Qianlong dynasties of the Qing Dynasty constantly used literary inquisitions to crack down on Han intellectuals, making all the learned people in the world feel insecure and dared not make any comments on current affairs.

So they could only turn to piles of old papers to conduct textual research and study, immersing their knowledge in ancient times and abandoning any research at the current stage.

Therefore, it was called the School of Textual Research. Later generations had a very bad evaluation of this group of literati, believing that they were one of the main culprits for the silence of all scholars and that they were corrupt scholars poisoned by the eight-legged essay.

But this statement can only be said to have some truth to it.

Because for Mo Zibu at this time and the Republic in the original time and space, the school of textual research is very, very important, worthy of recognition, and even worthy of praise.

Because it was these schools of textual research that collected, excavated, and compiled lost texts, preserving a large number of Han literary classics from the Han Dynasty to the Ming Dynasty, and revealing a large number of historical truths.

It is their credit that after the horrific deletions and revisions in the Siku Quanshu, Chinese culture can still be basically kept true to the history of the Ming Dynasty, except for the history of other dynasties.

At the same time, the initial work of protecting, recording and restoring Han Dynasty clothing was also done by these scholars of the textual research school, who took great risks and painstakingly preserved a part of it.

Among them, Hui Dong, a famous painter and scholar of the Wu School of Textual Research, clearly said: "All ancient works must be authentic, and all Han works are good."

This sentence has been criticized almost to pieces in later generations. It is true that there are many unreasonable aspects in it, but from now on, Hui Dong has his own unspeakable difficulties.

If we don't hold the attitude that everything ancient must be true and everything Han must be good, many things will not be preserved.

It can even be said in modern times that Hui Dong's "Everything Han is good" ostensibly refers to the Han Dynasty and Han Confucianism, but actually refers to the Han people.

Its intention was to openly carry the banner of stubbornness and stick to a dead end, but secretly carry out private agenda and preserve many Han Dynasty classics.

At least most of the scholars who ridiculed him became high-ranking officials in the Qing Dynasty.

But Hui Dong came from a family of officials. His father was a Hanlin scholar and the Guangdong Provincial Education Commissioner, but Hui Dong himself only passed the examination for a student. After gaining the right to move freely, he devoted his life to learning and never served the Qing Dynasty.

This shows how complex human beings are. Hui Dong was still being criticized until his death. His true intentions are no longer verifiable and can only be speculated.

Qian Daxin was the representative figure of textual research in the Qianlong and Jiaqing schools. Other mainstays such as Duan Yucai and Wang Niansun were still in their prime.

Therefore, Mo Zibu confidently handed over the task of restoring the Han clothing to them.

They lived up to Mo Zibu's expectations and successfully restored all the history of the Ming Dynasty, from official systems and rituals to clothing and costumes.

Then, Mo Zibu directly raided the three major weaving factories of the Qing Dynasty: Jiangning Weaving Factory, Suzhou Weaving Factory, and Hangzhou Weaving Factory, and used all their brocade, silk, and other fabrics to restore clothing.

"Great!" Mo Zibu was very satisfied and said with a sigh, "Professional matters should be left to professionals."

The reason for this is that when Mo Zibu ascended the throne in Guangdong, even the imperial crown he was wearing had many errors and omissions.

Not to mention cultural depressions like Guangnan.

It is Guangdong. Although the Cantonese culture represented by Cantonese in later generations is very powerful, it was Sun Yat-sen and a group of Guangdong people who used revolution and blood. It was in the 1970s, 1980s and the early to mid-1990s that the Cantonese-speaking Hong Kong suddenly attacked, and the two sides worked together to push it up.

At this time, Cantonese culture was still the youngest among the youngest.

At this time, promoting traditional culture and restoring etiquette still depended on the fact that there were textual research parties everywhere and libraries in Jiangnan.

This is also the last and greatest contribution of the literati of the Jiangnan School of Textual Research to the Han nationality in this time and space and in the original time and space.

The sky was bright and the sun shone on the streets and alleys of Nanjing. Chen Jie got up early. As a high-ranking Qing Dynasty official who had rebelled in Hangzhou, Chen Jie was treated very well.

Because the most dangerous place for Dayu's Northern Expedition was actually in Hangzhou. If Chen Jie had not decided to turn against them at the last moment, Lin Qiaoyin and Chen Qiuze would definitely not have been able to stop Erdemenge and Fan Jianzhong who were all over the city.

If that happened, who knows how many unprepared and unarmed Hangzhou citizens would be killed by the Hangzhou Bannermen and the Fu Biao Green Camp.

"master!"

"Grandma!"

"Father!"

Chen Jie's family was also brought from Shenyang to Nanjing, and at this time, the whole family changed into Han Chinese clothes.

Chen Jie straightened his black gauze hat and tightened the jade belt that only first-rank officials could wear. The more he looked at this round-necked crimson robe, the more satisfied he was.

Although his wife Liu had not yet received her reward, she was awarded the crown and clothes of a first-rank lady, with nine flower hairpins on the crown and nine pairs of embroidered 翟 birds on the 翟 robe.

The two sons were awarded the court robes of third-rank military officers, and the two daughters-in-law were awarded the crowns and robes of fifth-rank ladies.

Liu looked at her mighty husband and then at her sons who also looked very heroic, and sighed sincerely.

"Our Han crown and robes are more pleasing to the eye."

People all have aesthetic abilities. Even though there are many crazy fans of the Qing Dynasty in later generations, few of these crazy people are willing to wear Qing Dynasty hats and clothes frequently.

On the contrary, even if you are not a fan of the Ming Dynasty, you have to admit that Ming Dynasty Hanfu is indeed aesthetically pleasing.

When Chen Jie heard his wife say this, he turned around to look at the portrait of his ancestor Chen Yonghua and a smile from the heart appeared on his face.

"From today on, even after death, I can go to see Lord Wen Zheng."

Lin Qiaoyin also walked out of his mansion. He held his wife's hand generously and walked out of the house in a somewhat rebellious manner.

His wife had a veil covering her face. She tried to pull her hands away but couldn't pull them away from Lin Qiaoyin's hand. Seeing someone looking at them in shock, her face couldn't help but blush.

"This is too impolite, let go!" Lin Qiaoyin did not let go, but burst into laughter. He straightened his back and ignored the gazes of those moralists.

"Don't worry, my dear. If we're talking about the most unorthodox, it's up to His Majesty. After offering sacrifices to Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, he will officially issue an order abolishing the Manchu hair-shaving order, banning foot binding, and prohibiting officials and gentry from riding in sedan chairs."

Lin Qiaoyin held his wife's hand tighter. "For these years, I've been running around under the alias Mr. Xinghuo, and you've been living in fear and taking care of your parents. Today, let's be unrestrained and let these ordinary people see the love we share!"

Having said that, the two of them did not take the carriage, but walked hand in hand towards the palace, since they were close anyway.

As he walked along, Lin Qiaoyin walked slower and slower. He looked around and tears began to flow from his eyes.

On this street, not only the dignitaries who were going to attend the sacrifice today had resumed their Han clothing.

Even the local people of Nanjing, and those who came specially from Yangzhou, Suzhou, Changzhou, Songjiang, Hangzhou, Huzhou, Jiaxing and other prefectures and counties, changed into authentic Ming Dynasty clothes.

Everything was restored in a very short time, as if the Qing Dynasty had never arrived.

Lin Qiaoyin looked at his wife with tears in his eyes. "At this moment, I finally feel that everything I have done is worth it."

The situation at Chen Qiuze's home was quite different. After Chen Zilong died for his country, the Huating Chen family declined rapidly.

By the time of Chen Qiuze's father's generation, they had basically become the lowest level of farmers, and the children in the family could only work everywhere, as peddlers, dock workers, brokers, and even charlatans.

This was originally a bad thing, but when the Dayu Dynasty fought back, it became a good thing.

Because although they are a family of loyal ministers with no extinct descendants and rarely disqualified, it is precisely because of this disqualification that they become the few capable fighters among the descendants of loyal ministers in Jiangnan.

"Brother, news has come from Grand Secretary Qian and Duke Cai that His Majesty is ready to confer the title of Marquis of Huating on you. The bestowed robes and the imperial seal are all ready!" Chen Qiuduan ran in to report with a happy face.

Chen Qiuze paced back and forth excitedly for several steps, and asked in disbelief, "Are you sure he's an earl, and that he has a red seal and a certificate?"

Having a red-lettered iron certificate means that this is not a title that is usually bestowed upon the descendants of loyal ministers, but a title that can be inherited along with the country.

"Indeed, it is said that His Majesty wanted to reward you for saving the people of Hangzhou and for your great achievement in conquering the whole of Zhejiang together with Mr. Xinghuo and General Chen Jie." Chen Qiuduan answered very affirmatively.

Chen Qiuze couldn't help but burst into laughter, and the Chen brothers in the room also cheered.

Their courageous fight finally paid off, and the first hereditary title of nobility among the descendants of loyal ministers was about to appear in their family.

January 1779, 1. The twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month, the second year of the Guangzhong reign of the Great Yu Dynasty, the forty-third year of the Qianlong reign of the Qing Dynasty.

Ming Xiaoling.

This is the joint burial site of Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang, and his queen, Ma.

Mo Zibu first led the meritorious officials, nobles, civil and military officials, and the common people who were willing to follow him on foot from Nanjing City to the gate of the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, a distance of thirteen miles, and it took nearly two hours to walk with full ceremonial guards.

When they arrived at the gate of Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, the ministers began to submit memorials, arguing that Mo Zibu was not a descendant of Hongwu Taizu, nor did he inherit the mantle of the Ming Dynasty. Instead, he was like Hongwu Taizu, who expelled the Tartars and established his own dynasty, and there was no need to kowtow at the mountain gate.

The reason for this dissuasion was that Kang Mazi went to the south of the Yangtze River six times, and came to pay homage five times. He knelt three times and kowtowed nine times each time.

"When the rebel Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty came to Nanjing, he knelt three times and kowtowed nine times. As the emperor of the Han Dynasty, I drove out the Tartars and entered Yingtian Prefecture. Am I not as good as Emperor Kangxi?" Mo Zibu asked loudly.

Pei Jiannan, the Grand Secretary of the Zhongji Hall, replied: "He rebelled against the Qing Emperor Kangxi, turned Chinese into barbarians, and was tyrannical and vicious. He knelt three times and kowtowed nine times to the Hongwu Emperor. His intention was just to deceive the people of the world. He had no sincerity. It was just a pretense, not the spirit of an emperor.

On the other hand, Your Majesty, if you take up the three-foot sword to restore the Han Dynasty, you will surely be able to destroy the rebellious Qing Dynasty in the future and return peace and tranquility to China.

Their achievements are equal to those of Emperor Hongwu who expelled the Mongols. They should be considered as the two great emperors who restored the Han Dynasty and rebuilt China. Therefore, they do not need to imitate the hypocritical behavior of Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty and should not kneel down and kowtow nine times.

This actually makes sense, because Mo Zibu really doesn't need to perform political shows like Kang Mazi to win over people's hearts.

And in terms of status, he and Zhu Yuanzhang are actually on the same level.

When Hongwu Taizu paid homage to Han Taizu, Tang Taizong and others, he still would not kneel three times and kowtow nine times.

However, Mo Zibu still said, "My ancestors were loyal ministers of the Ming Dynasty. The Mo and Chen families have always been Ming survivors. Now that we are entering the Xiaoling Mausoleum to pay homage to Emperor Taizu Gao, how can we not kneel and pay homage?"

Pei Jiannan, Qian Daxin and the others looked at it and simultaneously reported: "In this case, we can send a close relative to kowtow on your behalf. The Emperor Retired is old and can be exempted, and the eldest son is young. It would be better if Your Majesty's brothers, the Duke of Qiong and the Duke of Cai, could perform the kowtow on your behalf."

Mo Tianci really wanted to give each of these two rude guys a slap in the face. From what you said, if I weren’t in my seventies or eighties, would you really want me to be a tool for your son again?
Duke Mo Zihuang of Qiong and Duke Mo Zitang of Cai only felt a little pain in their knees.

At that time, Kangxi also ordered his descendants to kowtow on his behalf. From the mountain gate to the Monument of Divine Merit and Sacred Virtue, they had to kneel every three steps and kowtow every five steps. It was a full four miles.

If you bump into something along the way, you'll be skinned alive even if you don't die!

However, at this moment, they both knew that this was not the time to bargain, but rather the time for honor, so they could only rush out, kneel in front of their brother, and shout that they were willing.

Mo Zibu laughed, "Okay, let the two brothers do it!"

. . . .

Not far from the Monument to Divine Merits and Sacred Virtues, they arrived at the place where Kang Mazi offered sacrifices to Emperor Hongwu. Mo Zibu held incense and offered wine, and recited the sacrificial text himself, while Mo Zihuang, Mo Zitang and other civil and military officials knelt three times and kowtowed nine times.

Only the retired emperor Mo Tianci and the current emperor Mo Zibu did not bow.

After finishing the job, I, Emperor Mo Da, lifted the hem of my imperial robes and kicked over the Zhilong Tang and Song Dynasty stele written by Kang Mazi with one kick, and it broke into more than a dozen pieces with a loud crash.

Afterwards, Mo Zibu ordered his men to behead the three yellow belts captured in Jiujiang and Nanchang on the spot, and present their heads as tribute to Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Grandpa Taizu, the Tartars killed many of your descendants. Today I have also brought the descendants of the traitor Nurhaci. You can enjoy three of them first."

Then, Mo Zibu waved his hand and Chen Lian, Marquis of Chenghai, came up, holding an ox-ear knife in each hand.

"Ya Lian, please don't make a fool of yourself in front of Grandpa Taizu. You must skin this thief alive at least three hundred times to appease Grandpa Taizu!"

"Your Majesty, just watch!" Chen Lian said with a cruel smile. "After taking Fuzhou City, I specifically sought out high-ranking Tartar officials for practice. I personally slashed thirty-seven of them, honing my skills to perfection. Three hundred cuts, and not a single one was missed."

Fan Jianzhong screamed in fear. Only then did he realize that Mo Zibu had ordered his injuries to be treated, given him food, and even found a few Banner prostitutes to warm his bed.

It was not because they forgave him and gave him a high position and generous salary, but because they wanted to cut him into pieces in front of Zhu Yuanzhang and Empress Ma!

"Your Majesty, please spare me, Your Majesty, please spare me!" Fan Jianzhong screamed sharply. He was so scared that he feces and urine flowed out, and the stench was unbearable.

Mo Zibu smiled cruelly, "You bastard, when your ancestor Fan Wencheng became a traitor, it was destined that you would die a miserable death!"

(End of this chapter)